In the course of my work, I often run across the same kinds of curses, bindings, and soul-injury across several people. Today, I'd like to tell you about one I call the "chains of silence" which I most often see in older (55+) women. (however, that demographic is over-represented in my clientele) To me, this affliction appears as a chains, sometimes barbed wire, wound around the person's throat. It is sometimes accompanied by thyroid problems (about 40% of the time, IME) or other throat or neck issues. I am reasonably confident that it is related to being silenced as a child, most often, being silenced after a trauma. I will first describe how I diagnose and treat it in someone else, and then how you might treat it at home, if you suspect you may have this issue. I have never done this work on myself, but I would imagine it is harder on yourself than someone else (as most curse breaking is).
How to Diagnose:
Enter into the Other Place in your usual fashion, and contact an ally you work with for diagnosis Asklepios is excellent for this work, although I usually work with Merlin instead, who has given me a sort of tricorder/dowsing-rod when we do this work. You might ask for a similar diagnostic tool. It is extremely important to work with a trusted long-term ally for this, and to do a lot of grounding first, to be sure that you're not projecting your own issues onto other people.
Examine the soul-body. (While not relevant to this particular affliction, be sure to check the feet and ankles. I often find bindings there.) To me, this affliction presents as chains or barbed wire wound around the neck, but I do not know if it will appear that way to you or not. Examine the area. Most often, the chains have grown into the flesh in a very unwholesome way, like they would into a tree. Sometimes, they can be almost completely covered in skin.
How to Ameliorate:
When everyone is ready, return to the Other Place and ask Mary (or whoever) to cry on the chains. This will transform them into rose vines (with thorns). These can very slowly and carefully be unwound. Try not to tear the surrounding area, but some tearing is inevitable if they are really overgrown. You might not be able to unwind all of it in one session. When you and/or the patient have had enough, use a magical knife to cut the vines. Take the part that you have removed to a disposal location, such as a naga pool or volcano or abyss. DO NOT leave it lying around, because it can slither like a snake and re-attach (or attach to you).
Return to the patient, and call Hygeia (or another healing deity who carries a cup). Have her wash the wounds from her healing cup, and then apply solar energy (mine is in salve form) to promote healing. Often times, the patient's power animal will appear and lick the wounds clean. Bandage the wound with clean white dressings. Sometimes, Theotokos offers her veil for this purpose.
If necessary, repeat the procedure at a later date, but allow time for healing in between. (I would say at least a month). Tell the client that they might expect some dreams related to this, but to report if there are repeating nightmares, or if they develop a sore-throat or any other throat symptoms.
How to Cure in Yourself:
If you have experience with the sort of work outlined above, I think you could use a very similar procedure on yourself. You may wish to call all the allies at the beginning, and instruct them all before beginning. However if you do not feel you are up to that, then I think you can probably do this:
Orphic Hymn to Hygeia
Ever-blossoming Queen of All,
Many-blessed All-Mother, Hygeia, I call.
You banish all injury, affliction, and illness
And cause every home to blossom in bliss.
Every craft lusts after your ordering hands,
Reaching out, ever gentle, you plumb the dry lands,
Saving those souls that Hades would destroy,
And filling up every house with the fullness of joy.
You’re hated by Hades, who plunders the souls of the living.
Eternally thriving, your prayers are life-giving,
Without your your holy magic, your guiding spells,
Humans lives drift, bobbing like corks on the swells,
In the absence of you, Plouton’s gifts lose their sweetness,
And human old age brings only hardship and weakness.
For you alone hold such power over peasant and king.
Multi-mysterious Goddess, your praises we sing,
Defend us from sickness and all leaden pain,
Let us bask in your light and rejoice in your reign.